Christmas pudding

Acrostic, Christmas, Food, Poetry

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Sat on the serving tray

Each little bit of you oozes festive smells,

Allspice, cinnamon and nutmeg

Salsa away with seasonal fruits, mingling

Over a drop of festive tipple

Note how the alcohol burns away in a wonderful display

And leaves a fruity taste to accompany the

Lovely sultanas, currants, candied peel and cherries

Ode to a ham

Character, Christmas, Poetry

Newbold Verdon, 25th december

The Ham, Mentioned in the verse.

While the children played their games

Under the gaze of the decorated Christmas tree

You sat bathing in a sugary herbal bath

Turning like cleopatra

As you cooked away in the oranges, spices and cloves

Sending sumptuous smells through the house

Till it was time for you to join the vegetables

To the sound of the chef in the kitchen

“Luncheon is served”

A little something from Father Christmas sr.

Christmas, Holidays, Humour, Poetry

It was a few days before Santa Claus was about to do his deliveries

And the elves were busy in their workshop

When a little elf ran up to the big man and handed him a letter

“Dear klaus,” it read…

“Nice to see you and yours doing so well in your work,

Was wondering what you would like for Christmas this year…

Your mums making a ham for lunch…if you and yours would like to come

I’ve got something nice for the reindeer too

Drop me a line when you think you’ll get here

Seasons greetings and All the best

DAD”


Bag O’Sweets

Poetry

Open up your bag and round

a quarter of sweets for half a pound a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat lemon drops for a special treat chocolate footballs and fizzy drops the magic candy that fizzes and pops cola bottles and sherbet tubes candied shrimps and pineapple cubes Now , don’t eat them all now, they’re a treat, we agree but eat them all and you wont eat the fish and chips for your tea!

Not hot…but not cold

Childhood, Food, Fruit, Growing up, Memories

Salford, 12th February 2017

Lukewarm

I have a vague recollection of Local Authority school puddings.

I speak of course of school dinners.

The sweet smell coming from the ovens whilst great vats of sweet smelling sauce bubbled away on a stove away from the main course.

The very idea of cabbage (or worse, curry) permeating through the desert ovens was a nightmare reserved specifically for Mathematics classes.   Horrors unleashed over a protractor or set square.  Thankfully, the cooks saved us from that.

Of course, there were likes and dislikes.

Pears in Syrup with cream (or if you were lucky – Chocolate custard), Peaches in Cream (or Custard) and Fruit Cocktail were regulars on the pudding menu – Fruit Yogurt on Odd days, and if it were something special – Angel Delight.  Of course, the good stuff was always balanced out with the bad – Prunes made an appearance on more than one occasion – and it took a load of Condensed Milk or Custard to take the taste away.

The Chocolate sponge and Apple pie always ended up with empty plates – They always covered the pie with vanilla custard, so thick – it would coat the back of the spoon and refused to budge.  Mash up the sponge in the custard, and it made an interesting (but very tasty ) Mix, and very little ended up in the slop heading for the litter bins.  Jam covered sponge (mostly strawberry) and Fruit sponge (mostly sultanas) were also favourites

Tapioca – a lesson in life if ever there was one and Rice pudding were regular puddings, if you got the rice pudding – you always got a drop of strawberry (or damson) jam

it changed your rice a different colour when you swirled it round.

And despite you all meeting up in the hall, and getting your dinner together – there would always be more than one goldilocks moaning her sponge and custard were cold.

As I got older – I understood where they were coming from.